Unlike the sellsword, who knew nothing, Wood, who was close at hand, was startled by Alan. At first, he felt a sudden gust of wind, but knowing the Arcane well, he soon realized that it might be Arcane. I thought it was Alan's fireball, but then I looked back and Alan was free and on his feet!
Not only that, Alan's right hand was covered with a layer of green bacteria bed liquid, and the front part of the bacterial liquid formed a dagger. From the shape, it seemed to be the family blade! It's just that the wind blade is a colorless blade made of air, and Alan's is a liquid germ knife!
'Ellen!
A whisper from Wood immediately dispelled Alan's previous awakening, and the cloudiness gradually disappeared from his eyes.
I... Where is it...
For a moment, a thousand memories like waves in Alan's consciousness, the roar of information tore apart the original eyes of the green, before the scene gradually recovered. Then the pain in Alan's head almost burst open the little Arcane's head. When the headache subsided, Alan raised his right hand and saw the bacterial knife. Under the transparent bacterial knife, Alan's hands were still very corroded, like needles, but the bacterial fluid outside had stopped the corrosive invasion of the mouth.
Alan, not knowing what had happened, rubbed his aching jaw with his left hand, and when he thought about it carefully, he could not recall anything useful. Instead, he had a whole new spell in his memory! He knows all the uses and functions of the spell, and can repeat it without any trouble!
A bacterial liquid knife! Alan, in a life-or-death situation, combined Deco's Windblade skills with a folk song from around McCabe to form a new spell!
Under the indescribable gaze of Wood, who had guessed a thing or two, Alan unbound Wood silently, and, without disturbing anyone, went out by the dim light.
'Ellen.' Wood thought long and hard, but decided to stop young Rodale first.
Alan crouched slowly forward and, when Wood called him, cast an inquiring look.
"You're a genius at incantation." 'said Wood, in an unmistakable tone.
Alan squinted suspiciously, wondering why Wood was telling him this at this moment. 'Thanks... Xie? We must hurry, Mr. Wood, before they know it. '
"If one day you are strong enough, don't hate the family." Wood knew too well the style of the great family to say so to Alan only obtusely.
But Alan did not understand what Wood had said: "Don't worry, Mr. Wood, I'm a guest of the family now."
A few words. Wood was very thoughtful, but Alan did not understand. The two of them are so vaguely prepared to escape, the first choice must be Abel and their disappearance direction, so that rendezvous with them, they will be safe. Alan also took a moment to shake off the bacterial-liquid knife in his hand, which felt much different from the wind blade on display at Regizz. It's not as sharp as a blade, but it can be used close or far, and it's also caustic, so it's no joke to get deep into a wound and into the flesh. The Arcane wipes the wound, and the chain of stings can seriously affect the spell! If the bacteria liquid knife is thrown out, it is a slow wind blade, very handy to use!
The fungus knife is fierce, but the sellsword is not alert. The constant sounds of the Arcane had suddenly ceased, and soon the watchman in the mushroom tree jumped down to see what was going on, but all he could see were the two missing men and the ropes carelessly thrown on the bed of fungus!
"The Arcane is gone! Arrest!"
A loud drink spread all around, detonating the entire Sellsword regiment!
The cry naturally reached Alan's ears too, and, seeing the trouble, Wood took hold of Alan and began to run. They had not long been at full power with their windboots when they found themselves running headlong into Luan's yard! And the full-drive windboots have given away their position!
In desperation, two people can only turn and run, but the sellsword this time no longer has any reservation, grab the crossbow in a burst of shooting. For a moment the whole camp was filled with shouts of murder, and Alan and Wood, not even sure which side was safe, had to go to the quieter side, judging by their judgment.
As the arrows rained down, Alan was quick to react, and fled in a hurry, throwing his mycotic knife as a sword, and, as Alan had prayed, several screams from the Sellsword were heard, and the attack worked!
However, this attack was also hugely problematic, and Alan had to run, crouching down and dipping his hand into the liquid to replenish his ammunition, greatly delaying their escape. Then, during an ammo change, Wood's knee was punctured by a thundering bolt, and he fell to the ground with an "aah!"
'Mr. Wood!
'You go! Wood looked at the wound, his heart sank, and then he knew there was no way he could leave, and he turned sharply to Alan to leave at once.
"And you..."
"You can't get out. Go! You're an Arcane, and you can go as fast as you can with the wind power Abel gave you!" Seeing Alan's unwillingness, Wood was incoherent in his anxiety. Patting Alan on the shoulder, Wood took a pocket watch from his breast and thrust it into Alan's hand. 'Alan, I can't do Arcane, and I can't get out with an arrow. If you ever go north, give my son this pocket watch, and if you can, teach him two spells. You run away and I'll stay here. Don't hate Abel! '
As Alan took the watch, he noticed that Wood's hand was bulging with blue veins. It had been more or less bruised by the harsh conditions of the day, and the trembling showed the emotion of the Deco man who had been teaching him all the way. Alan tried to say something more, but Wood turned his back, slapped Alan on the wind book, and gave Alan a hard shove, signaling Alan to leave at once!
Alan was so worried at Wood's discretion that he did not even notice the ill-timed 'Don't hate Abel'. Along the way, Wood treated Alan as his junior, and Alan naturally treated him as his elder.
'Ellen, you're more like a warrior.' Alan remembered this half-joke half-praise, but in a few short days, he could do nothing about it. Alan pounded his fist into the bed of germs. He hated himself for being so weak that he could not be as fearsome as Shevell, or as calm as Abel.
Alan drew out his fist and hurled two huge bacterial-liquid knives toward the sound of the killing. This was the last thing he could do!
Alan wind and wind boots, speed who can not catch up, and mercenary wind boots seem to be unable to keep up with the energy, not run long to keep up, but Alan did not have the joy of the rest of his life like he went back to a day ago, two family Arcantmaster with the body stopped the pursuit of the Tumen people, but this time, Alan no teammates.
The heritage of the great family! The tenacity of the great family!
At last, Alan knew how great families, as strong as clans, could stand for so long. There were countless people like Wood, supporting the growth of the family, supporting the young people to finally be able to stand on their own!
Alan was not a Deco, but he had been blessed with so many Deco kisses, and how could he understand Wood's hatred?
Fighting back tears, Alan walked away, all the way but nowhere.
Fireball in the dark environment is easy to see the terrain, but easy to expose the position, in order not to be caught up by the mercenaries, Alan with the fungus knife all the way, both as an axe and as a long knife, no matter how strange the mushroom tree is just a knife thing. The heavy work did not make Alan feel too tired. He would have been unable to support it normally.
I don't know how long it took, but Alan finally stopped hearing killing voices. After running for a while, the tired Alan found a tall mushroom tree and climbed up to the top of the fungus, intending to rest for a while.
The long load finally gave the young Arcane man more than he could bear, and as soon as he had rested, the exhaustion, the twitching, and tingling of all his muscles were nothing, for the pain in the back of his head caused by overuse caused Alan to curl up. Soon blood oozed from the cut on his forehead and slid down his eye socket. Alan's eyes gradually turned black in the pain, and his consciousness broke in a split second.
Full forest expedition, blood and tears fall. A glance of life and death, goodbye.
...
To the northeast of the McCaber forest, the mines exploded one after another, and countless Tumen fought the fires. At first, it was just one or two small veins, but soon all the veins along the river were affected, and none of the big ones that had been the focus of care could be saved.
From one point there was a full explosion, and it spread all over the grove, to Levyshire, to Seve County, to the ears of all the forces jammed up in Levysk, to the ears of the little Arcane who knew not where in the grove...
Three days later, an explosion echoed through the canyon, and Alan finally opened his bloodstained eyes.